HELL SICARIUS

Sara held her hand bag close to her chest as she sat at the bench of a crowded train station . People sat at different benches near her as they must have been waiting there for different reasons . It was half past eight in the evening , almost the time for sara's the train to arrive . “ Sara , let's grab something to eat , your father is waiting for you over there ". It was Sara's mother , Mina willow . She was a beautiful modern woman in her late forties, she was tall , perfect with god gifted figure . Mina was an active member in the church and the whole neighborhood new about her . she wore grey gym pants and a black hoodie paired with purple–white badminton shoes . Sara turned towards her as she stood behind her . “ ok ", Sara replied and they walked towards the outdoor cafe near the station. Sara willow , who had just turned 20 was about to leave state as her college had reopened after long days of vacation. Her family had come to see her off at the station . She was a 2nd year college student graduating in marine science . She was a simple minded girl far from cute though. She had big beautiful eyes and with black hair that ran down below her shoulders. She weighed 65 kilos ,oh ! what a burden on earth. She walked as if someone forced her to walk , as if someone had cast a spell on her to walk . Her small feet could barely hold her whole body also her small hands would break everything she touched . In other she was a complete different being than her mother . And she knew it and had been teased for it her whole life but it never got to her , she was used to it . She was content with how she looked because for her , her virtue was far more important than her appearance . Sara was the eldest among the 5 siblings . Her father had remarried , all the while not leaving his first wife causing them to be eligible to form for a cricket team with a huge family , including the cousins who were living with them . Despite all these things her family was her first priority . So important that she could even trade her soul to the demon for her family , if it came down to that . back to the story Her whole family sat at the cafe occupying two tables because one was too small for this family . Sara sat in the same table as her parents .Taro willow took a sip from his coffee then spoke ,“ Sara we expect a lot from you . Being the eldest in the our family you well know what responsibilities you bear ....”„ Sara could literally feel the unseen burden on her shoulders .“... look at your wild siblings ...”, her siblings giggled , minding their own bussiness , Taro continued , with a sad gaze at his phone “....we can't really blame them they are just kids so we can't hope anything from them now but then don't let it bother you , your studies should be your first priority you should never forget that" , Taro took another sip from his coffee and started checking his phone . Sara was emotional after hearing her father's words and was fighting back tears . Maybe because she was leaving her hometown and was going to miss it or because she had the sudden urge to make her parents proud and had been reminded of her responsibilities as the eldest child in her family . TARO WILLOW Taro willow , stout man in his mid fifties had come to see off her daughter who would soon be leaving for college . He had given everything he had , had put in all the effort so that her first daughter could get a college education . He was even ready to sell his blood , if he had to. To him children's education was the foremost priority . He was kinda star during his school days , all rounder — from sports to academic , from singing to dancing he knew everything , not to mention he was nicknamed the ‘kitchen king' by his hostel mates for his extraordinary culinary skills . But the only mistake he made which detoriated his glorious days was that he had fell in love . He married before he could even complete his education , not even high school and had kids at a young age and now you know the rest . He was ready to give in everything if it meant good quality education for his children . And the second mistake he made – he remarried . He was not proud about it and felt guilty but it couldn't be undone . Mina was an understanding wife she forgave him and they lived together with seldom clashes in the family but nothing major , so far so good. IN THE STORY He wore black shorts and a black jersey t-shirt and red badminton shoes for footwear, as he and Mina had just returned from badminton club and had hurried off to the train see off their daughter . They talked about a few more things and the train arrive and it was time for Sara to leave .